December 7th, 2006

sexy

Open to Hermione, Ron, and Blaise if he returns

Harry's tired, heavy eyes followed Blaise as he stepped out of the potions room. Already having noticed that Malfoy had yet to make an appearance, Harry had little doubt in his mind as to where Blaise was headed. 

He shook his head as he dropped his eyes back down to the task in front of him, but his gaze wouldn't focus, and he nearly chopped off his fingertip when he entirely missed the head of one of many assorted bugs that lay scattered, but very much dead on his desk.

"Harry!" He heard Hermione exclaim from the right side of Ron. "Pay attention. I may have a spell to fix your glasses, but replacing your hand isn't as easy."

The raven haired Griffindor felt himself make a sound that was somewhat close to a whimper, before putting down the knife and cupping his exhausted face in his hands.  "What in the name of Merlin have I gotten myself into?"

He only realised that his words were spoken out loud when he felt Ron's eyes on him. "What's that you said?"
Harry gave him a withered glance, but said nothing. Instead his eyes drifted beyond him, to rest on Hermione, who was sending him worried glances. "Herm," he said in almost a whisper. "Do you think I should talk to Zabini?"

 

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